The Greenpoint Hotel, Part III
Let’s review. So far we have learned:
- The delightful place we call the Greenpoint Hotel was once known as the Edwards Hotel.
- Not unlike its current incarnation, the Edwards Hotel was a shit hole where…
- one could find himself being chloroformed and robbed on a New Year’s morning or
- one could find him/herself invited to a hitherto unplanned meeting with his maker. Possibly with a little help from the wife of the proprietor, the ever-delightful Mrs. Edwards.
Conclusion: this was not and is not a nice place. What’s more, you needn’t check into this roach motel to check out of this mortal coil. Merely standing in front of this establishment will suffice, as I learned from the November 6, 1921 edition of the New York Times.
And this, my friends, completes the trio of Greenpoint Hotel goodness I have culled from newspaper archives for your reading pleasure. What will next week’s installment of Greenpoint glory from the days of yore be? Even I don’t know the answer to this question…
YET!
Miss Heather